A Murder Of Crows

21 Nov


The sharp quickening camber
of a sudden turning breeze,
in an upward thrust among
the ciphered wetland rushes,
explodes boundless in the air
with tumultuous cry of flutter,
the sudden chaotic dispersal
of a resting murder of crows;
and then a break in the clouds
releases the last vestige of light
from what had previously been
an unseemly calm winter’s day.

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Posted by on November 21, 2015 in My Poetry



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